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Insane Wander
Leftover scars burn to dust
Flesh wounds heal incorrectly
The damaged to myself is backwards
whatever is said to be normal is my
insanity slowly creeping through the shell.
This is never shown.
I'm a normal person I'll say.
Who really agrees with me?
I'll go off on my own. It's not like
anyone cares what happens to me.
I'll wander my imagination to find it
all scatter and broken.
This is how it is now.
You have to live on your own.
It's a dog eat dog world.
No one will care, no will one will love.
It's only you. It's only me.
Then in a blink of a second
Someone comes along
Better and smart and funny,
holding that compassion and love
that gentleness that I once lost
He will care for and nurture it.
He brings me back to life
and I enjoy it.
He leaves for a while,
finding someone new to love
while I'm wishing to be with him.
It was a love of overlook and just crushed.
I gain a feel of sensibility just being around,
but knowing I'm not really wanted.
Feelings once again crushed.
I'm left behind but that's okay.
It seems better this way.
I'll walk this lonely road
Maybe one day, I'll find someone
who is treading along the same path.
I'll hold his hand and he will hold mine.
Flesh wounds heal incorrectly
The damaged to myself is backwards
whatever is said to be normal is my
insanity slowly creeping through the shell.
This is never shown.
I'm a normal person I'll say.
Who really agrees with me?
I'll go off on my own. It's not like
anyone cares what happens to me.
I'll wander my imagination to find it
all scatter and broken.
This is how it is now.
You have to live on your own.
It's a dog eat dog world.
No one will care, no will one will love.
It's only you. It's only me.
Then in a blink of a second
Someone comes along
Better and smart and funny,
holding that compassion and love
that gentleness that I once lost
He will care for and nurture it.
He brings me back to life
and I enjoy it.
He leaves for a while,
finding someone new to love
while I'm wishing to be with him.
It was a love of overlook and just crushed.
I gain a feel of sensibility just being around,
but knowing I'm not really wanted.
Feelings once again crushed.
I'm left behind but that's okay.
It seems better this way.
I'll walk this lonely road
Maybe one day, I'll find someone
who is treading along the same path.
I'll hold his hand and he will hold mine.
Published 16th Sep 2013
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